I . . .My words cannot express, The feelings I hold.
Let them be unsaid, Let the thoughts be not unfold.
Over and over again, I think of my past.
If I love someone now, It may not ever last.
When the cold winds blow, It's she whose on my mind.
The thoughts on her are deepened, My feelings, soft and kind.
The moon blossoms, by the fall of the night.
My sorrows grieve, And I cannot even fight.
Beautiful is my world, Lonely are my dreams.
Past, still on, I mourn, My tears still flow instreams.
Let me be the same, Try not me to change.
I believe in what I have, Let our feelings not be exchanged . . .
1 comment:
machi, poem is very nice da..
typical U..
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